We sat with Ramsey on the couch, sipped our high-octane coffees and watched Rhys play. He crawled over to the ottoman, pulled himself up, and immediately swiped up what was left of my croissant with his tiny hand. I guess I should tell you that I am not a great sharer when it comes to food, and this instance was no exception. It’s rare I eat such buttery, flaky, fabulousness, and I really wanted to finish it! Rhys had other ideas for it. He ate the remainder. I mean, he demolished it. I had to suck it up and say au revoir, croissant. Next time I’ll keep you close at hand… I mean, mouth.